a sharpened knife, it cuts the hole
they spread the fear to hide the lie
When the world feels dark and the path unclear,
Child, this may be the time to
Imagination banned for all
They misdirect with trigger
The news reports a broken
They build their walls around
your heart in crooked lines
Child, this may be the time to
The preachers rage, the pundits sneer,
They twist religion, make it hate,
Their moral high ground planted flags,
They judge and scorn and fail
Child, this may be the time to close
But listen softly for the sound,
Igniting painters, activists,
hearts and minds opening wide
The hopes of all the painted
God's children's thriving lives,
Of husbands, husbands, wives,
and wives, may this be the day.
When beauty's beauty and love is love,
God you're safe and you're enough,
When all the faceless hear their names,
When all the shapeless rest in frames,
When all the tears are wiped away,
When all true justice falls like rain
Let this be the night, oh child
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